1. |
Cigarettes For Sex
02:15
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Hey, Let me buy you a drink
I'll sell you drugs on credit
I trade my cigarettes for sex
My cigarettes for sex
With a bender it's a gender agenda
First in line to repeat offend her
Hard-core another day in the life
So dust off your dildo for Samo
Say no to Warhol I don't think so
Loader's over 'nother hoe to show pone
Let me buy you a drink
I'll sell you drugs on credit
I trade my cigarettes for sex
My cigarettes for sex
With a bender it's a gender agenda
First in line to repeat offend her
Hard-core another day in the life
So dust off your dildo for Samo
Say no to Warhol I don't think so
Loader's over 'nother hoe to show pone
Here we go tobacco
Welcome to London 02
Point fuck you
It's smooth to the draw
It's mellow and oh god it's toasted
Loader's over hoe to show pone
Over shoulder boulder
Hold on
Let me buy you a drink
I'll sell you drugs on credit
I trade my cigarettes for sex
My cigarettes for..
Cigarettes for sex
Marco said "Mix it and roll"
Fuck it, I'll puff and blow
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2. |
Long Island
02:28
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In Long Island I started darlin'
Hunt my game in the NYC
Horticulture vulture
Would you get down with a boy like me?
Studied miniature pines back in '89
Now I've got a new lust that I can't deny
Room for two in my pick-up truck
Didn't you know that i love Hitchcock
When we get home
Alone in my room
Men in my room
I'm gonna do it
IQ 128 spells life
Ipso facto exacto knife
Howitzer artillery shell
Dear Suzie, Get well
Don't tell her bout your pact with the devil
Just get her back to your den in east meadow
I got cash and it ain't that far
So voulez-vous coucher
Get in my car
Lets get this body in the ground
While the earth is still wet
I can't afford to get blood on my sunday best
When we get home
Alone in my room
Men in my room
Hard in the Long Island sun
Lets get this body in the ground
While the earth is still wet
I can't afford to get blood on my sunday best
When we get home
Alone in my room
Men in my room
Hard in the Long Island sun
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3. |
F for Fun
03:01
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Stop
You've got to move
Gotta find a girl I trust
Shot nuts in the name of lust
I got 10 bucks sayin' that you're sticking around
I'm down for the mound
So move and get it out tonight
I pervert the homo
Convert the dyke
Like stained glass in the Church of Ass
Don't congregate around the gash
You've got to move
Gotta trade dick for tit
I'm getting down with a loose-lipped hick
Yo mamma said I'm a date a level eyed spunk
While she and Mike C are fuckin' to Font funk
We move to a similar beat
'Cos my head got caught in the same machine
I'm gonna lift the lid on a danger mouse
Like a fugitive from the slaughter house
You know me
I'm fucking everyone
Roamin' south of the border son
You know me
I set my gun to stun
Strut that hillbilly pout and
F for Fun
You've gotta move with it
I gotta find a girl I trust
Shot nuts in the name of lust
I got 10 bucks sayin' that you're sticking around
I'm down for the mound
So move and get it out tonight
I pervert the homo
Convert the dyke
Like stained glass in the Church of Ass
Don't congregate around the gash
F for Fun we're only fuckin' human
I'm tired of I'm tied up I'm tired of
Why can't we just F for Fun?
You know me
I'm fucking everyone
Roamin' south of the border son
You know me
I set my gun to stun
Strut that hillbilly pout and
F for
I F for Fun
My daddy got slapped
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4. |
Milk Money
04:03
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I snorted Panadol
Then soon progressed to Demerol
The smell of something sweet is beckoning
Mother nature's cannon balls
Are hanging from the living dolls
Their beauty is what causes me to sin
You chew
I bite
Stand by for genocidal nom nom nom nom nom
I'm in to lavish things
Like visitors and cunnilingus
Trust me I've got so much left to give
We travel far and wide to shoot the dream wad
Come inside
We're living out the fantasy within
You chew
I bite
Stand by for genocidal nom nom nom nom nom
Underneath the cardigan
There's something to get hard again
Underneath the cardigan
There's something to hard
Milk money
Land of milk and honey
A currency from mummy and baby wants to suck
Milk money
Land of milk and honey
A currency from mummy and baby wants to fuck
Start suckin'
Stuck stuck stuck in your mouth
Start suckin'
Oh my God
I'm sucking formula
Down by the river
If only Jimmy J could see the mess I'm in
I sip from the Kool-Aid
My girl don't know where I've been
Her beauty is what causes me to sin
You chew
I bite
Stand by for genocidal nom nom nom nom nom
Fuck
Boot sweat
Gotta get up
I'm waiting for mummy
Where did she go daddy?
Underneath the cardigan I'm hard
Underneath the cardigan I'm hard again
Underneath the cardigan I'm suckin'
Don't you know?
Milk money
Land of milk and honey
Currency from mummy
Baby wants to
Milk Money
Milk Money
Suck
Milk Money
Milk Money
Baby wants to
Start suckin'
Stuck stuck stuck in your mouth
Start suckin'
Milk money
Land of milk and honey
A currency from mummy and baby wants to fuck
Milk money
Land of milk and honey
A currency from mummy and baby wants to suck
Start suckin'
Stuck stuck stuck in your mouth
Start suckin'
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5. |
Governor's Ball
03:15
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Cunnilise a gin like a slit hole
Fed a bull ring-side at the rodeo
My it's swilling time
I take another stiff one
I'm a coma guy
See this is where we set the bender free
Hooked up with a dry martini
Track bound greyhound throttle
Freedom comes in a bottle
Oh no
Hey ho
Oh no it's Tony Fo
Hey ho
We don't do what you know
Hey ho
Oh no it's Fo again
Hey ho
Still doin' it for the women
Go
Let me go
G.I Co went solo
Down to the beach with a loaded ouzo
Paid hoe public fellatio
Some folk got love he don't
So ditch that pink
Sink that drink
Roll over in time to lose
If you set the bar this low
You better hope they're serving booze
Go
Let me go
Men are from bars
Where the girls like penis
Buy her a drink
It don't take a genius
I don't like kids
I don't like Jesus
Get another dream
Get another drink
Let's go
Man it's thirsty work
When in doubt hit the bars and get lost
My tooth got stuck to the body guards hard on
Get along no fuss
'Cos in the booze we trust
Shot guns and weathered buns
Got dressed in the coma slums
I am the the shit dog
The sleek holy mohican
Hey ho
Oh no it's Tony Fo
Hey ho
We don't do what you know
Hey ho
Oh no it's Fo again
Hey ho
Still doin' it for the women
Get another dream
Get another drink
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6. |
Frenchy
03:28
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Are you getting the pulse of my sway
From Champs Élysees
Assassination your Napoleon
The revolution is over my son
The blame is opaque
So let them eat cake
No way to treat her
Viva la Beaver
Le tour de Arcade
Peine de mort fame
Evading my kin
The guillotine's in
I'm a fuck lady marmalade with a soiled baguette
Walk in a man
Came out a God
Bonjour comment vous appelez-vous?
Enchanté
Prenez soins de vous
My Frenchy
I blow like a storm on Bastille
The bayonet beat
Madame be my meal
So bon appétit
My fame be workin'
Affair by the sea
Float a buoy like the Fred.i.am
I met your little girl in Arnold's diner
Bet you didn't think I'd get inside her
Made your little frenchy scream my name
While I fuck lady marmalade with a soiled baguette
Walk in a man
Came out a God
Bonjour comment vous appelez-vous?
Enchanté
Prenez soins de vous
My Frenchy
Weight
Weight at my side
Wait am I high?
Wait am I whole?
You've got to beat it son
Are you game?
Treat her like a goddess
Libido like Adonis
Watch her when we go
Away
Holy fuckin' shit
My Frenchy don't
My Frenchy left me
My Frenchy don't
My Frenchy loves me
My Frenchy
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7. |
Witness Protection
03:39
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I will miss my kin
My innocence
I'll answer to a name
But nothing owns me here
In anonymity I have been blessed
A chance to be adored
To be revered
I recall a time
That's better left unsaid
Where orphan sons and widowed wives beware
They sent a man to die
It was a sentimental time
But I'm still here
Was born to sin
But raised to care
Witness Protection
Two men colour the wind with their hand
Gonna get it any way that i can
So take a child to the end of the land and get born in their running sand
Shark toes are for men in the wars
Sharp tongues are for women indoors
A white peda never seen in the crowd
Lip sweat we're jacking aloud
I'm a take the watch off your wrist
Hung deep cement feet
Blow a kiss to your missus
Your best men are on it
Put tonic on it
Got the mayor in your pocket but you can't even find me
Gonna make a life from deceit
Watch me
My breed don't fit with the business
You're cold and harbouring mercy
Witness Protection
Solo swarm to the memory porn
White honey doth drip from the bullhorn
Deer cancer
Lost antler
Cocked and locked staring down
Shot him again
Shot him again
Should have got more of that gunning done
Her interest lies in the .45
We're real men we must cum
We're real men we must come on down
I believe he'll suffer when it's over
Hold my head under the covers
I play my cards until i bust out
I'm over here
Sup
How'd you find me?
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Tony Font Show Adelaide, Australia
A spastic-funkadelic four piece from Adelaide SA, Tony Font Show pride themselves on their ability to write punk-funk party anthems for the discerning listener who feels like the only queer in their village.
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